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 Iraq and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siglo XX,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slave,
Peter & Gordon,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Seeds,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.