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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Second Layer to the grunge 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
the Human League,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
The Associates,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Quadrant,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Japan,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.