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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantytec,
Technova,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Loose Ends,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.