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 El Salvador 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Slick Rick,
John Foxx,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Visage,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Golliwogs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.