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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Pierre Henry,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minutemen,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.