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 Mexico and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Delon & Dalcan to the rock 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.