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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brothers Johnson,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.