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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Television Personalities to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.