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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Alphaville,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.