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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sex Pistols,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Skarface,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.