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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Youth Brigade,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.