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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
Stockholm Monsters,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Grauzone,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
Marvin Gaye,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
MC5,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.