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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Can,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Joensuu 1685,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
cv313,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.