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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Seeds,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.