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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Porter Ricks to the dance 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Arthur Verocai,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hasil Adkins,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
F. McDonald,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.