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 Micronesia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Tim Buckley,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Mars,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.