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 Congo and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Colin Newman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
the Association,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
World's Most,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Toni Rubio,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.