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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cameo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
World's Most,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
The Fuzztones,
Moss Icon,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.