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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Deakin,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Minnie Riperton,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.