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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.