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 Denmark and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.