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 Albania and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Last Poets,
Albert Ayler,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
the Normal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Wire,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Neu!,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.