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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.