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 Benin and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.