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 El Salvador and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Eden Ahbez to the jazz 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.