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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonic Youth,
Zapp,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.