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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Depeche Mode,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smiths,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül II,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Kurtis Blow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.