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 Swaziland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Pere Ubu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
AZ,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.