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 Georgia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Darondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Interpol,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
UT,
The Dead C,
Bad Manners,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.