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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Warsaw to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Brass Construction,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
The Move,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kaleidoscope,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Bang On A Can,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Godley & Creme,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.