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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.