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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Negative Approach,
Panda Bear,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
The J.B.'s,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.