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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
UT,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.