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 Panama and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
PIL,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Quadrant,
Lakeside,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.