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 Paraguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.