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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aaron Thompson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Alphaville,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Das Ding,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.