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 Thailand and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive 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?
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
The Litter,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool Moe Dee,
New York Dolls,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.