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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lower 48 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Cybotron,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Joy Division,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.