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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 June Days to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Andrew Hill,
Index,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Gang Green,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Whodini,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.