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 Slovenia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 The Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
X-101,
Erasure,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Carl Craig,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.