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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Q and Not U,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.