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 Cyprus and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
EPMD,
Ultravox,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Neu!,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.