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 Cambodia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Althea and Donna,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Sound Behaviour,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.