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 Taiwan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moleskins,
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Pylon,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Rites of Spring,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.