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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Dead Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
The Names,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.