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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Slave,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joey Negro,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Roger Hodgson,
Connie Case,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.