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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Livin' Joy to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Television,
Bill Near,
E-Dancer,
Echospace,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roger Hodgson,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Parry Music,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
The Zeros,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.