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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
ABC,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.