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 Syria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Make Up,
Icehouse,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Buzzcocks,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Model 500,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.