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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the rap 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jandek,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mr. Review,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Bush Tetras,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agent Orange,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
the Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Circle Jerks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Subhumans,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.