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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Womack to the electroclash 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Wings,
Infiniti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Sandy B,
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.