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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Martian to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Cameo,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.