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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
The Fortunes,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Black Moon,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Q65,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Average White Band,
Jacob Miller,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.