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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 organ 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 Avey Tare to the rap 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Deakin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
Chrome,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Barrington Levy,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Ken Boothe,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.