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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pantytec to the electroclash 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Barry Ungar,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
X-102,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.