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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
Inner City,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fugs,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.