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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Anakelly,
Lucky Dragons,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.