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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joe Finger 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Dave Gahan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
The Fuzztones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
X-Ray Spex,
Franke,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.