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 Austria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Das Ding,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Happenings,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.