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 Mongolia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dave Gahan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
The New Christs,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.