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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
UT,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABBA,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.