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 Croatia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the grunge 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Trojans,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.