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 Papua New Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fat Boys,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.