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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
DNA,
Ossler,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Nas,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
Rosa Yemen,
Skarface,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glambeats Corp.,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.