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 Iran 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Negative Approach,
MDC,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Faust,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.