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 Albania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Throbbing Gristle to the jazz 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
The Smiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.