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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
June Days,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.