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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Josef K,
cv313,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Hot Snakes,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Scientists,
Qualms,
PIL,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.