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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
Television,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faust,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
David Axelrod,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Outsiders,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.