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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the crunk 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Black Flag,
Sandy B,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Shoche,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.