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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Quantec,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.