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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arthur Verocai to the techno 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Oneida,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Jandek,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.