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 Guinea-Bissau and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Warren Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Andrew Hill,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.