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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Victims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster 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?
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Whodini,
The Golliwogs,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.