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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.