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 Bahamas and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
In Retrospect,
Scientists,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Oneida,
Rakim,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Letta Mbulu,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
The Motions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.