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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
Franke,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.