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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Style,
Deepchord,
Zero Boys,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Wire,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.