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 East Timor and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Theoretical Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.