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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Heaven 17 to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Martian,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Index,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Pagans,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.