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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Moebius,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Swans,
The Litter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
Kas Product,
DJ Sneak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Isaac Hayes,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.