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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Pretty Things,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
Pulsallama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.