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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 PIL to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Joyce Sims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.