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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.