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 Micronesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Guru Guru,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.