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 Guatemala and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.