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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
Basic Channel,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Eddi Front,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Hot Snakes,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.