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 Korea South and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Nico,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Davy DMX,
UT,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.