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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Siglo XX,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.