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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wire,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
China Crisis,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.