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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Monolake,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flash Fearless,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sparks,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.