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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 One Last Wish 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
F. McDonald,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick May,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.