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 Ghana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Warsaw,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Dolphy,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
The Raincoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.