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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
X-Ray Spex,
The Evens,
The Wake,
Donny Hathaway,
Deepchord,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.