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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Ituana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
Marine Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.