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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Doors to the electroclash 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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Accadde A,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.