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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Little Man to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Nico,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reagan Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.