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 Australia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Prince Buster,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Roger Hodgson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
The Standells,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Steve Hackett,
Moebius,
DNA,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.