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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.