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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
the Human League,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Kayak,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
E-Dancer,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Infiniti,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.