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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.