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 Guyana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
The Remains,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Christie,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Finger,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.