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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
The Gun Club,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Shoche,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
FM Einheit,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.