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 Grenada and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
X-101,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
the Germs,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Essential Logic,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
Bob Dylan,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.