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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Subhumans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
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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.