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 Iraq and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
This Heat,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Litter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.