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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne 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?
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
This Heat,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
The Real Kids,
The Golliwogs,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
Basic Channel,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.