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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
The Human League,
the Association,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Anthony Braxton,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.