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 Greece and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Donald Fagen 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Jerry's Kids,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Guru Guru,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.