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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donny Hathaway,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Josef K,
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.