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 Nauru 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.