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 Yemen and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sällskapet,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
The Gun Club,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.