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 Hungary and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Index,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.