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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 Audionom to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.