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 France and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Roxette,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
The Dead C,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Easy Going,
Hardrive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
The Fortunes,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.