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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
David Bowie,
JFA,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.