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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Symarip,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
The Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.