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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Patti Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Offenders,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Kaleidoscope,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.