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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Quadrant,
Jawbox,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Country Teasers,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.