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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Idris Muhammad,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.