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 El Salvador and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Talk Talk,
Television,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
The Busters,
Ituana,
The Leaves,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.