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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fear,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
The Index,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.