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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Pantaleimon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
The Names,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.