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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Slave to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
10cc,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The New Christs,
New Age Steppers,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.