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 Vanuatu and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Charles Mingus to the grunge 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Scion,
Magma,
Ituana,
Television,
The Cure,
The Toasters,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Malaria!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angry Samoans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.