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 Angola and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.