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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
Crime,
Ultra Naté,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Joyce Sims,
Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Fear,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.