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 Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Wire,
The Index,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Franke,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Skatalites,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.