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 Dominica and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Trumans Water,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.