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 Norway and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 48th St. Collective 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
Loose Ends,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
The Gories,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skriet,
Visage,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
K-Klass,
Faust,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Victims,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.