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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.