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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.