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 Syria and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Faust,
Rekid,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.