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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Count Five to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Index,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Theoretical Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.