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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Country Teasers to the dance 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.