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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Sonics to the dance 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Byron Stingily,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Almond,
Yazoo,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
The United States of America,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.