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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Zero Boys 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Yaz,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Buzzcocks,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Niagra,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.