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 Antigua 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
X-102,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
Japan,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Scratch Acid,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.