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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Simply Red,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Iggy Pop,
Oneida,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Swans,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Altered Images,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.