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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 808 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Surgeon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Underground Resistance,
ABBA,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Busters,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.