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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Funkadelic,
CMW,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Unwound,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
The Barracudas,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Ronan,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.