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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Smog,
Ronan,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
David Axelrod,
UT,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
the Swans,
Grauzone,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.