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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
PIL,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Lalann,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
The Blackbyrds,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.