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 the UAE and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Easy Going to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s 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 Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Brick,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Easy Going,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
The Barracudas,
The Gladiators,
Absolute Body Control,
Camouflage,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.