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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Fugs to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Radio Birdman,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Evens,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.