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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
Kas Product,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
The Selecter,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.