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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kerri Chandler,
Prince Buster,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Scion,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Laurel Aitken,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.