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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Fugazi to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.