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 Slovenia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
In Retrospect,
The Martian,
10cc,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.