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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Quando Quango,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.