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 Cambodia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Make Up,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.