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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
These Immortal Souls,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Deakin,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dennis Brown,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.