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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Monks,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.