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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magma,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Deakin,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.