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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Niagra to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Golliwogs,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.