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 Austria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
June Days,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scott Walker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.