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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 808 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 Lindisfarne to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Maurizio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.