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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the grime 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Nik Kershaw,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Happenings,
Swans,
Can,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quadrant,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Dave Gahan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.