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 Algeria 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain 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?
Main Source,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Funkadelic,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
cv313,
Sound Behaviour,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.