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 Ghana 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Essential Logic,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Scion,
The Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.