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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Cecil Taylor,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
L. Decosne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.