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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Flesh Eaters,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
The Real Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.