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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Wasted Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Oneida,
Skriet,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Babytalk,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Public Enemy,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.