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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Residents 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Lydon,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Negative Approach,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Cymande,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Henry Cow,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.