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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Negative Approach,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.