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 Moldova and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Donald Byrd,
ABC,
Fugazi,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.