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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Charles Mingus,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flash Fearless,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Vladislav Delay,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.