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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
ABC,
Visage,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roxette,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
the Human League,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.