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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Hill to the rock 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Deepchord,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Sonic Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
Wings,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.