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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
The Offenders,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
The Move,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skriet,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.