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 Poland and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
Hashim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Slackers,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.