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 Ecuador and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Remains to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Moby Grape,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Fear,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sam Rivers,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Deadbeat,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.