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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Toasters,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
the Swans,
The Pop Group,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.