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 Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.