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 Panama 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.