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 Mauritius and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Zapp,
The Slits,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
The Alarm Clocks,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Angry Samoans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Visage,
Television,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.