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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Pantytec 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Technova,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tears for Fears,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Schoolly D,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.