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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.