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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Popol Vuh to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Darondo,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Neil Young,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
The Invisible,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.