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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cowsills to the grime 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Monks,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
ABC,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.