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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Lalann,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.