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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Groovy Waters to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
John Cale,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
The Busters,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.