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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Nico,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
The Victims,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Neu!,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.