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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Funkadelic,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Magazine,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.