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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.