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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Easy Going,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Interpol,
Zapp,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
Fatback Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
Television Personalities,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Infiniti,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
ABC,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.