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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Excepter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Can,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
X-101,
Make Up,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Severed Heads,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.