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 Ecuador and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.