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 Burundi and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Smog,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
The Pretty Things,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.