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 China and from Milan.
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 Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Swans,
Jandek,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.