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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Royal Trux,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Sam Rivers,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Davy DMX,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.