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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.