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 Niger and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Ken Boothe,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Arcadia,
Harry Pussy,
Kas Product,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Symarip,
The Techniques,
The Gap Band,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.