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 Denmark 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lakeside to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Terry Callier,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.