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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
F. McDonald,
Barry Ungar,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.