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 Netherlands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vainqueur 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.