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 Madagascar and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Names,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Radiohead,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Arthur Verocai,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra,
John Cale,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.