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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Blackbyrds to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Arab on Radar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Wasted Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Graham Central Station,
Skarface,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
The Flesh Eaters,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Zapp,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
The Angels of Light,
Wings,
Franke,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.