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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
a-ha,
Jawbox,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
The Seeds,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
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.