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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Sarah Menescal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Magma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scan 7,
Can,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Eric Dolphy,
PIL,
8 Eyed Spy,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Marc Almond,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.