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 Bahrain and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Golliwogs to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
CMW,
Blancmange,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fear,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.