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 Romania and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Television,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Scientists,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
AZ,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.