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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the jazz 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins,
Lindisfarne,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Rundgren,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.