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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minutemen to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Quando Quango,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
Magma,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.