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 Tonga and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Pole,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dennis Brown,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blake Baxter,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.