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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.