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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q65,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Ossler,
Zapp,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Blake Baxter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sonics,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.