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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
ABBA,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
The Names,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.