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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.