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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League,
MDC,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Invisible,
Technova,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.