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 Albania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Popol Vuh to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Susan Cadogan,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
A Certain Ratio,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tropical Tobacco,
Isaac Hayes,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.