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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Tim Buckley,
The Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Masters at Work,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.