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 Australia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Bowie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Monolake,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.