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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
the Human League,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Joe Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Ludus,
Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.