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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alton Ellis,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
The Last Poets,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.