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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
ABBA,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
A Certain Ratio,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Wings,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.