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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Slave,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Wings,
Lalann,
Mandrill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sam Rivers,
Sun City Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Mad Mike,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mr. Review,
Zero Boys,
Harmonia,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.