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 India and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The New Christs,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Crime,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.