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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Hashim,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
New Order,
Television,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
MDC,
Wasted Youth,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.