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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
A Certain Ratio,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stiv Bators,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Tres Demented,
The Techniques,
Faust,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Depeche Mode,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.