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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toni Rubio 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MC5,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
R.M.O.,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Evens,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.