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 Palau 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radiohead to the disco 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
Deadbeat,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.