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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bizarre Inc. to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Pole,
John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moss Icon,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.