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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
ABC,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Inner City,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.