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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Smog,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
John Lydon,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
Easy Going,
Mo-Dettes,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.