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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Slave,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.