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 Hungary and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Aloha Tigers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bush Tetras,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
the Association,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.