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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
cv313,
AZ,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Agent Orange,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Bluetip,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.