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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rites of Spring to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express 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?
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sound,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.