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 Honduras and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
The Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.