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 Gabon and from Beijing.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
the Association,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Mission of Burma,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Connie Case,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
ABC,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.