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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Womack,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.