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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Brick,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Das Ding,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Excepter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.