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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Dennis Brown to the disco 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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.