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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Q and Not U to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Icehouse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Ludus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Last Poets,
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.