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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.