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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the punk 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Kerri Chandler,
Yazoo,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Joe Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Wasted Youth,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.