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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare,
The Moleskins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.