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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Near,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.