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 Barbados and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Darondo,
Cluster,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
Circle Jerks,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Scan 7,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.