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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Pagans,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Can,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Index,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
The Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.