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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Doors,
Organ,
Black Moon,
X-101,
Jandek,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Wally Richardson,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.