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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 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 Gabor Szabo to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
The Sound,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
MC5,
Q65,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.