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 Taiwan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magazine,
Television,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
New Order,
Erasure,
Davy DMX,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.