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 Estonia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronnie Foster,
Cal Tjader,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
Wire,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.