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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
June of 44,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
One Last Wish,
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.