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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Index,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Altered Images,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.