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 Sri Lanka and from London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pagans to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Sheep,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Cecil Taylor,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.