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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Don Cherry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
the Association,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
Parry Music,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Pantytec,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Freddie Wadling,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.