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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
DJ Sneak,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gap Band,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sandy B,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Rites of Spring,
Kerri Chandler,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.