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 Albania and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 guitar 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 Cameo to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Barry Ungar,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.