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 Mali and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Smiths to the rap 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
Robert Wyatt,
Motorama,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.