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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the electroclash 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Infiniti,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.