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 Saudi Arabia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Schoolly D,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Newcleus,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lucky Dragons,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Smog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.