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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
Swans,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.