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 Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Section 25,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Dirtbombs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June of 44,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.