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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The J.B.'s,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Neu!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Ice-T,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.