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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Electric Prunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.