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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
The Dirtbombs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Almond,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
The Names,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Pagans,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.