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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cluster,
Fear,
Das Ding,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.