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 Kuwait and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Shuggie Otis,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Hasil Adkins,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lower 48,
Aswad,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Moon,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.