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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Loose Ends,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.