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 South Sudan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Warren Ellis,
The Last Poets,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Moody Blues,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.