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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sam Rivers 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.