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 Russia and from London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Absolute Body Control,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Holt,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Basic Channel,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gories,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.