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 Cuba and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gong 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aaron Thompson,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Rekid,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
KRS-One,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.