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 Afghanistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the disco 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
The Move,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Index,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nico,
10cc,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moebius,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.