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 Monaco and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Gastr Del Sol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.