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 Cape Verde 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The American Breed to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
The Dead C,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
The Names,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Buzzcocks,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.