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 Egypt and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Michelle Simonal,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Scan 7,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.