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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brass Construction,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.