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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Accadde A 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alphaville,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
The Victims,
Pantytec,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.