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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Slits to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Parry Music,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Camouflage,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.