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 Zimbabwe and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tears for Fears,
Das Ding,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Juan Atkins,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
MDC,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Anthony Braxton,
John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.