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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.