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 Iraq and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Amazonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.