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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
The Offenders,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Star Department,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.