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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
Dual Sessions,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rotary Connection,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.