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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.