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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Harpers Bizarre 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! 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?
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Jacques Brel,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
The Golliwogs,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
John Holt,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.