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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minutemen,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
Harmonia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Zapp,
ABC,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.