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 Argentina and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.