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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.