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 East Timor and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
Hoover,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Skriet,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Machine,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Brick,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.