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 Oman and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rufus Thomas to the punk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Whodini,
the Germs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.