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 Argentina and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.