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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wire to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
X-101,
Can,
MC5,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
the Association,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.