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 Albania and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Barry Ungar to the electroclash 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Inner City,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
CMW,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
the Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
One Last Wish,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.