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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 The Five Americans to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Eli Mardock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marmalade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.