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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.