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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Technova,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.