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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Tubeway Army,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.