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 Finland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox 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?
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
PIL,
Wire,
Pantaleimon,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Faust,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.