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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
The Gun Club,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Fluxion,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
PIL,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.