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 Spain and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Tres Demented,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.