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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pop Group,
Ludus,
Faust,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Davy DMX,
The Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Television,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.