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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Liliput to the grunge 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Procol Harum,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.