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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Chrome to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Yellowson,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Monochrome Set,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.