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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.