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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 The Techniques to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Black Bananas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Sex Pistols,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.