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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the funk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Young Marble Giants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo,
Smog,
Organ,
Oblivians,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
The Stooges,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.