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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
Scion,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Vainqueur,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.