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 Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 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 Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
MDC,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smiths,
Shoche,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.