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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Wake,
Steve Hackett,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.