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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Trojans to the jazz 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
David McCallum,
Khruangbin,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Aaron Thompson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
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.