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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saints to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
The Mojo Men,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Terry Callier,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.