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 Angola and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.