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 Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Divine Comedy to the disco 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.