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 Malawi and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 Neu! to the electroclash 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Fugazi,
Colin Newman,
Sight & Sound,
Intrusion,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Andrew Hill,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Kenny Larkin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.