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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.