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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
AZ,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
L. Decosne,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Magma,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.