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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Houston and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 The Stooges to the grunge 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
Can,
The Names,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Terry,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.