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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
X-101,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Halsall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
Skriet,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.