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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sight & Sound,
cv313,
The Busters,
Nas,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Jandek,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Nico,
Dawn Penn,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.