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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Neu! to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes,
Mandrill,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.