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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Radio Birdman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Wake,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Darondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.