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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.