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 Morocco and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
The Busters,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Todd Rundgren,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.