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 Malawi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
Shuggie Otis,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Excepter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Nirvana,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.