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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Easy Going,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Yaz,
Jeff Mills,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Neu!,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Nick Fraelich,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.