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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the techno 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
The Last Poets,
Toni Rubio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Evens,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Agitation Free,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Scion,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.