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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The J.B.'s,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
Suburban Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Nas,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.