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 France and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Bootsy Collins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Colin Newman,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.