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 Georgia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
MDC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.