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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the techno 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
The Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Chris & Cosey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
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.