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 Bulgaria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Whodini,
The Martian,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Inner City,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.