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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Amazonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Dead Boys,
The Searchers,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Maleditus Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.