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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Quadrant,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.