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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 X-101 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.