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 Malta and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sarah Menescal,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Quando Quango,
Nico,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.