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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Colin Newman,
UT,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Copeland,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.