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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pulsallama to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Sällskapet,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.