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 El Salvador and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Colin Newman to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
The Toasters,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
The Names,
Neu!,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.