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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Deepchord,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.