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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Model 500,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.