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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Liliput,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
The Residents,
Whodini,
DNA,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.