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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Man Parrish 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
EPMD,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Görl,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.