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 Equatorial Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Public Enemy,
Babytalk,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Mars,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Gong,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.