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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 CMW to the electroclash 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Kenny Larkin,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
Ohio Players,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.