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 Kenya and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Pulsallama,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Buzzcocks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.