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 South Africa and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the funk 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
PIL,
Parry Music,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.