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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Cluster,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Marvin Gaye,
Guru Guru,
Alphaville,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.