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 Poland and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
AZ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.