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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
PIL,
Byron Stingily,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Sugar Minott,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.