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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Deakin,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
K-Klass,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.