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 Cape Verde and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 The Busters to the punk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
The American Breed,
New Age Steppers,
the Human League,
Yazoo,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.