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 Guatemala and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.