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 Chile and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Sällskapet,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
Fad Gadget,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Axelrod,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.