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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Metal Thangz to the punk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Second Layer,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.