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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Susan Cadogan to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Nico,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Kayak,
UT,
The Trojans,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.