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 Morocco and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bob Dylan,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.