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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Negative Approach,
Faraquet,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.