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 Croatia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Jacques Brel,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.