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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
Blancmange,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Janne Schatter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
The Fuzztones,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.