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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Almond,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
Franke,
Organ,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.