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 Romania 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Standells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.