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 Dominica and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Pop Group to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
the Association,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sugar Minott,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
cv313,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Marmalade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
JFA,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.