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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Sherman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liliput,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.