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 United States and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
Connie Case,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
Model 500,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.