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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Magazine,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.