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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Au Pairs,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
Country Teasers,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.