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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 E-Dancer to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Inner City,
a-ha,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.