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 Niger and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Doors,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skriet,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.