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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Walker Brothers,
Mars,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
MC5,
Yaz,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
Nas,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.