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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
Magma,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Visage,
The Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
Crime,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Smog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.