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 Papua New Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Mills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Bush Tetras,
Fear,
June Days,
the Swans,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
Anakelly,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Stereo Dub,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.