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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
CMW,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
Erasure,
Mandrill,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.