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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Goldenarms,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Jacques Brel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Franke,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Fatback Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.