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 Morocco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
Unwound,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cluster,
The Index,
Urselle,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.