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 Honduras and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
The Index,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.