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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 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 The Buckinghams to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Hashim,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
A Certain Ratio,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Crash Course in Science,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.