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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Glenn Branca,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
Kurtis Blow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
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.