Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shuggie Otis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Urselle,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tubeway Army,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Association,
Subhumans,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.