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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Juan Atkins to the funk 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
The Gap Band,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.