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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Bush Tetras,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.