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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Fear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
D'Angelo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.