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 Grenada and from Houston.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Erasure,
Chrome,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Yaz,
Cybotron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.