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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Newcleus to the dance 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Pantaleimon,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Joy Division,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
Black Bananas,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.