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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Yaz to the disco 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Unwound,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Crime,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boredoms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.