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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brick,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Barbara Tucker,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Franke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Crime,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.