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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Basic Channel,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Thee Headcoats,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
The Fall,
Masters at Work,
Essential Logic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.