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 Andorra and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Index,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
8 Eyed Spy,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Eddi Front,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.