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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 The Selecter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Robert Görl,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
ABBA,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.