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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
the Sonics,
Little Man,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Donald Byrd,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Mad Mike,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.