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 Costa Rica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the disco 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Deadbeat,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Fatback Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Jacques Brel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.