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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Shadows of Knight to the techno 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
Chris Corsano,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
F. McDonald,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Steve Hackett,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.