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 Turkey and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 The Doors to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
New Age Steppers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultravox,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Fortunes,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
The Motions,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.