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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
the Association,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Yusef Lateef,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lakeside,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.