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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
Yellowson,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Steve Hackett,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
The Trojans,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-101,
Index,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.