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 Jamaica and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Gastr Del Sol to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Unwound,
Visage,
Darondo,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick May,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deepchord,
The Blues Magoos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.