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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 Columbus and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
PIL,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Goldenarms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amon Düül II,
Cameo,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DNA,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.