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 Barbados and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.