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 Djibouti 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blues Magoos,
the Normal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
The Leaves,
Quadrant,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.