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 Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Drexciya to the electroclash 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Judy Mowatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Nas,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.