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 Germany and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 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 MDC to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cramps,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Qualms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Livin' Joy,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Bluetip,
The Tremeloes,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.