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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.