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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
James White and The Blacks,
Main Source,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
John Holt,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.