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 Norway and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Rapeman,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Ponytail,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Groovy Waters,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Chrome,
Television,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Fugazi,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.