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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
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 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 Symarip to the crunk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Can,
AZ,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Agitation Free,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
The Leaves,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.