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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 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 Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Ice-T,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.