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 Belgium and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Lungfish,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Royal Trux,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
Iggy Pop,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.