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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Don Cherry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantytec,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Eddi Front,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.