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 Liechtenstein 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
X-102,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Al Stewart,
PIL,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Nico,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.