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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Marine Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
John Lydon,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
David McCallum,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Surgeon,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.