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 Switzerland and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Move,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Evens,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.