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 Colombia and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Massinfluence,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Pole,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
The Cramps,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.