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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Moebius,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronnie Foster,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.