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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
the Normal,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.