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 China and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Remains to the crunk 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.