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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.