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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Slits 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Zero Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantytec,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roxette,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.