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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
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 David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
T.S.O.L.,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
10cc,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
MC5,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.