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 Nauru 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Panda Bear,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
The Happenings,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.