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 St Lucia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed 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?
Toni Rubio,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Aural Exciters,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxette,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.