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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
The Human League,
The Gories,
The United States of America,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
Max Romeo,
The Trojans,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Ronnie Foster,
B.T. Express,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.