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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Black Moon to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.