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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nils Olav,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Ice-T,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
X-Ray Spex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.