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 India and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mojo Men,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Eli Mardock,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
Scientists,
ABBA,
Niagra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.