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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Wire to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eddi Front,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Warsaw,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Magma,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.