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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Soft Cell to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Derrick May,
Metal Thangz,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.