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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Index to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
Fat Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Second Layer,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Althea and Donna,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.