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 Italy and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Gong to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Lungfish,
The Move,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.