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 Malta and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
The Residents,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
AZ,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.