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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
JFA,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Television,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.