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 Brunei and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
June Days,
Peter & Gordon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Nas,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alison Limerick,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.