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 Botswana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Suburban Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Peter & Gordon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.