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 Liberia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Fear,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Nas,
Skriet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Brick,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.