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 Senegal and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Star Department,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Fear,
the Normal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Nico,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Steve Hackett,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Interpol,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.