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 Guyana and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
Underground Resistance,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
Kayak,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
The Shadows of Knight,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.