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 Niger and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerri Chandler,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.