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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Letta Mbulu to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Bill Near,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
The Searchers,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Jawbox,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Mantronix,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.