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 Nigeria and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.