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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Yellowson,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Scion,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.