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 Japan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fuzztones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.