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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Au Pairs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Underground Resistance,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Scion,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.