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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
Parry Music,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
X-101,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
AZ,
MC5,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.