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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gichy Dan,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
The Music Machine,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Derrick Morgan,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
The New Christs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.