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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Lou Reed,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
Deakin,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
B.T. Express,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.