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 Kosovo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Letta Mbulu,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Trojans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.