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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
The Fall,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
R.M.O.,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.