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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jawbox,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Index,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.