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 Liberia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Womack,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Lucky Dragons,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.