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 Haiti 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Godley & Creme,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.