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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Wire,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.