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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Copeland,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Tim Buckley,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Oblivians,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
FM Einheit,
Anthony Braxton,
Tubeway Army,
Archie Shepp,
The Count Five,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.