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 China and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ornette Coleman,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Smoke,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.