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 Kuwait and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Oblivians,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Colin Newman,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arcadia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.