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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.