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 Syria and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Funkadelic,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.