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 Micronesia 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Searchers,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.