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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the punk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
48th St. Collective,
Crime,
The Gap Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.