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 Thailand and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
The Doors,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
cv313,
Lyres,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Kerri Chandler,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
UT,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.