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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.