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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Mars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unwound,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.