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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Country Teasers to the rap 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Busters,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.