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 Austria 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Moss Icon,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Visage,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
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.