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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Pagans,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Sugar Minott,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.