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 East Timor and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 Lou Reed 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Cowsills,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Lightning Bolt,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Visage,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.