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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
the Association,
Shoche,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Guru Guru,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pole,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.