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 Costa Rica and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Kas Product to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.