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 Madagascar and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Eurythmics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Cluster,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
10cc,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chrome,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.