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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Lalann,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.