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 Belize and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Joey Negro to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tears for Fears,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
Ludus,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
La Düsseldorf,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Roxette,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.