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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Motions 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.