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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
10cc,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
ABBA,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Oneida,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.