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 Benin 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Trumans Water,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.