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 Brunei and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
The Residents,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Subhumans,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.