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 Guinea-Bissau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Jakarta and Tehran.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Smog,
The Associates,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kaleidoscope,
Echospace,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.