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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Juan Atkins,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.