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 Senegal and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Flash Fearless to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Swans,
Maurizio,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
The Toasters,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
The Sonics,
The Move,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.