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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flipper,
Television,
The Sound,
the Human League,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.