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 Malaysia and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.