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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Depeche Mode,
Howard Jones,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
The Moleskins,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.