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 Greece and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Das Ding,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.