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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bob Dylan,
Roger Hodgson,
Tim Buckley,
Nas,
DJ Style,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
The Happenings,
The Victims,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.