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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Television,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
World's Most,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Ken Boothe,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
JFA,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.