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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Intrusion to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.