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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Public Enemy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Hardrive,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.