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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
The Names,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.