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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.