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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Marine Girls,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
PIL,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Model 500,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.