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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rotary Connection to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Ice-T,
The Leaves,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
The Index,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.