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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Yaz to the techno 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
This Heat,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.