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 Japan 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Michelle Simonal,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Black Bananas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.