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 Burkina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
PIL,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.