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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
In Retrospect,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Swans,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.