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 Japan and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
The Smoke,
Technova,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
AZ,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New York Dolls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Cymande,
Massinfluence,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lyres,
Hashim,
JFA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.