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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Whodini,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.