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 Uganda 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
One Last Wish,
MDC,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Josef K,
E-Dancer,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
kango's stein massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.