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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
The Slits,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.