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 Bahamas and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Massinfluence,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Royal Trux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.