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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Lower 48,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.