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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Axelrod,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.