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 France and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.