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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Raincoats to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.