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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Nico 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Technova,
the Swans,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Lyres,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.