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 Senegal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the techno 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
June of 44,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ice-T,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mo-Dettes,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.