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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
48th St. Collective,
Severed Heads,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ponytail,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Graham Central Station,
AZ,
Swans,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.