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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Quadrant 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Piero Umiliani,
The Durutti Column,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.