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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Morten Harket to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
The Count Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cal Tjader,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Black Sheep,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aural Exciters,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.