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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Standells to the rock 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Lyres,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.