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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Dark Day,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
K-Klass,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.