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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Monks to the grunge 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalann,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harry Pussy,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.