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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Mission of Burma,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.