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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.