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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Residents 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Mark Hollis,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Motions,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.