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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bad Manners to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neu!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stereo Dub,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Magazine,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Bourne,
Wings,
The Victims,
Scrapy,
the Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.