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 Mauritius 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-101,
Main Source,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Anakelly,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
The Slackers,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Marc Almond,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.