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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Don Cherry 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Aswad,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.