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 Benin 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sparks,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
David McCallum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.