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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Qualms,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tres Demented,
Lungfish,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.