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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sonics,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Siglo XX,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Excepter,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.